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When hearing the name "Glorfindel", whether it was Garrod or Steve who had been standing by his side without letting go, their expressions were dazed for a moment.

"You mean Glorfindel?"

His eyes widened, as if he heard something unbelievable.Garrod couldn't help but took a step forward, but forgot that he was still being pulled by Captain America, and staggered involuntarily: "You really mean Glorfindel? Lord of the Golden Flower, Glorfindel?!"

"Correct."

Nodding his head, he covered up the golden color in his eyes due to the use of magic.Merlin looked at the elf's expression that was so shocked that it was almost blank, and pursed the corners of his mouth. He didn't know what to think of, and an indescribable complexity gradually appeared on his face: "He came back for you, a long, long time ago."

But at that time, the vicissitudes of life have long changed, and the world will no longer look like the one he once traveled with you.Although it is not as earth-shattering as the 21st century, there is no trace of familiarity in the past. Those who return from the east will also be like duckweed in strange places.

But even so, he wants to find you.

He has to find you.

"What about now?" His lips trembled slightly, and Garald heard his voice start to become hoarse: "He... Where is Glorfindel now?"

"Where you thought he should be, the last habitat of your elves."

Shaking his head, Merlin's expression now looks equally sad: "I haven't seen him for almost 1000 years. He can't leave Aman for too long, and 1000 years is too long, although he wants to Waiting for you to wake up, but there is no way to actually do it."

"Then I..."

He took a step in the direction of Merlin involuntarily again, as if as long as he held him, he could hold back the shadow that had gone away in his memory.Garrod broke away from Captain America's hand that was wrapping around his waist. However, before he could get out of the range covered by the opponent's figure, he felt himself being pulled by Steve again.

"Wait a minute."

Said such a sentence gently in the elf's ear.Steve patted Garrod's shoulder reassuringly, then turned his gaze to the black-haired mage not far away who seemed powerless, frowning slightly.

"How can you prove that what you say is true?"

He glanced at the metal bullets that fell to the ground at his feet. If it wasn't for Merlin, they would have all been shot into his body by now.While Steve appreciates his help, that doesn't mean they can trust a stranger without any proof.

Even if he mentioned Glorfindel's name.

Feeling that the arm muscles of Garrod in the palm of his hand tightened instantly, Steve sighed silently, suddenly it was difficult to describe his complicated mood now.

"Ok."

Seeing that the elf also cast a questioning look at him, Merlin nodded and took off the travel bag he had been carrying with him.Flipping through it, I took out a small wooden box that looked old.

"You must know this."

As he spoke, he faced the two of them, and slowly opened the box, revealing the carefully preserved things inside.

——It was a small, silver-white arrowhead engraved with patterns of white poppies.

Mr. Elf involuntarily widened his eyes.

"Jia Jia, come here."

"I have something for you."

The mess in front of him suddenly faded away like a tide, like a misplaced puzzle piece, pieced together the tall figure he had relied on for countless years.Pulling the reluctant elf to his side, Lord Golden Flower, who had just returned from Mandos's rebirth, squeezed out the crowd with his old friends, walked to the most unobtrusive corner of Rivendell, held the elf's hand, Put something extremely cold in his warm palm.

Looking down, Garrod couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"The crest of the Jinhua family, and your arrow pendant?" He snorted, "Isn't this your lord's token? What are you doing for me?"

And the man just smiled leisurely.

"Gondolin is gone, and so is the Lord of the Golden Flower. You are the only relative I have in Middle-earth now. You are the only one who can keep such useless things that cannot be thrown away for me."

As he said that, before the other party could stare at him, he stretched out his hand and ruffled the elf's soft long black hair.

"I swear, no matter what I encounter in the future, whether it's a half-orc, a balrog, or even Sauron, the Lord of Darkness, I'll take you there."

"So, Jiajia... don't be angry with me, okay?"

Glorfindel had always been able to see through his thoughts at a glance, Garald knew it well, and he had always known how to suppress his anger at himself.Even if he knew in his heart that the next time he encountered such a situation, the other party would definitely kick him to a safe place, and then rush forward alone, but seeing the sincere smile and gentleness in the eyes of Lord Jinhua, Jialuode just felt that , the sense of loneliness of being abandoned that had been entrenched intermittently in his heart since watching Glorfindel fall into the Eagle Crack, finally slowly dissipated from this moment.

Then, after the War of the Ring.The age of the elves is history, Glorfindel is about to follow the tribe westward, and Garrod decides to stay in the declining Middle-earth.After thousands of years of being with each other, the two are finally about to embark on different futures.Before setting sail, the elf took the arrow pendant from his neck and returned it to its original owner in silence.And Glorfindel didn't say anything, just held it tightly in his palm, turned and left, never looking back.

At that time, Garrod really thought that Glorfindel would never forgive him.

But after thousands of years, the silent parting that day is still vivid in his memory, but he once again saw the most familiar thing under the most unexpected circumstances.The token that was once handed over to him almost represented Lord Jinhua himself.

After receiving the arrow pendant from Merlin, the elf was silent for a long time.

"--tell me."

The bumpy and ups and downs of the palms of the mother-in-law seem to have returned to the countless days and nights when I was still in Middle Earth.Looking up under Steve's worried gaze, Garrod took a deep breath and said slowly, only to find that his voice was hoarse as if he had swallowed a handful of sand: "Tell me everything you know. Me, Merlin."

"Of course, that's why I came to New York to find you."

After looking at the elf for a long time, I seemed to find something from him.In the end, Merlin just sighed silently and nodded towards Jarod.Although that was already a very distant past for him, every bit of memory during it was still reflected in his eyes, as clear as yesterday, and it was hard to forget no matter what.

It was a lonely and long journey.

……

When Merlin first met the elf who had returned from Aman Island, he was sitting by Lake Avalon day after day, staring at the calm water in front of him in a daze.

Avalon is the residence of the elves of the lake. It is inaccessible all the year round, and it is also the ideal hometown of the legendary gods.Merlin sent away his girl, his friend, his king, and almost buried half of his life here.Even Amoris, the greatest mage in the world, is small in the face of fate.Therefore, after all this ended, he also felt at a loss and fear for the future for the first time, and he couldn't think of doing anything other than being with those who had passed away.

For those who have lost everything, eternal life is not a gift, but a punishment.

He had never felt this so clearly before.

He knew that if he kept going like this, he would be unable to restrain himself sooner or later, and use magic to sink himself into the lake in front of him.Merlin shook his head, and decided to go to a place far away from Britain, at least not to trap himself in the world of Avalon, exile himself with loneliness and silence.

And when he finally reached out to touch the clear water of Avalon, he saw the strange but indescribable reflection on the water.

According to Glorfindel, he is not a human, but an elf, but this is not quite the same as the elves that Merlin is familiar with, and the middle-earth that the Lord of the Golden Flower said is far from his impression.After all, thousands of years have passed since the last elf crossed the west. Whether it is Rivendell, the Great Greenwood, Lorraine, or Rohan or Gondor, these once familiar names have long since disappeared with the wind and turned into empty seats. Human remains.Most human beings no longer remember the most beautiful race in Middle-earth, together with the era traumatized by darkness, they were annihilated in the long and long history, and there is no trace of what he is familiar with.Even if it is not as dazzling and eye-popping as the 21st century, it is enough to make returnees who set foot on this land again feel at a loss.

"In that case, why did you come back?"

His eyes swept over Lord Jinhua's brilliant blond hair, and finally landed on that exquisite but hard-hitting face. Merlin remembered saying: "Isn't it good to stay in the Aman continent you mentioned?"

Glorfindel was silent for a moment.

"Because I'm here to find an elf." Looking at the calm lake beside him, he slightly curled the corners of his mouth, but no smile appeared in his eyes: "Although I know it's difficult, he's still far from the time to wake up." But I can't just leave him alone."

"Then do you know where to find him?" Merlin asked again.

But this time the elf was silent for longer.

"I don't know." With a wry smile, Glorfindel unconsciously stroked the silver arrow pendant hanging on his chest, bitterness flashed in his eyes: "But I have to find it."

He could hear the unshakable determination in his tone, and Merlin didn't say anything more.He has seen countless people like elves who are persistently moving forward for a purpose, and he knows that no matter what, it is impossible for them to give up, and the mage does not intend to comment on this.He was just a little curious, wondering why the elf that Glorfindel missed so much, the elf named Garrod, would refuse to travel westward with the group, even if he fell into an almost permanent sleep, he would choose to stay here ?After all, eternal life is so long, don't you feel lonely when you are alone?

Glorfindel couldn't give an answer to this, and Merlin naturally couldn't know either.Therefore, he decided to embark on a journey of searching with Lord Jinhua.It is always easier to immerse yourself in other people's stories than to feel sorry for yourself. Anyway, he has endless time to squander in the future. Before fate finally decides his trial, Merlin doesn't mind spending such a period of time, and absolutely no one will known past.

Their search turned up as expected.

After thousands of years of vicissitudes, the changes in Middle Earth are too great.What's more, Garrod didn't intend to wake up again before he fell asleep that year, and he never left any guidance. Even Glorfindel, who was as familiar with him as he was himself, couldn't immediately find his final resting place.And for an elf returning from Aman, the burden of staying in Middle Earth for a long time is too heavy.It didn't take long, at least for the Lord of the Golden Flower, he had reached the limit where he could stay here, and the two of them still had no clue about Jarod's trace.

Glorfindel didn't look too surprised by this.

"Even before I came back, Iluvita had already reminded me so."

It was the last night of the Elves in Middle-earth, a dark night without stars.They sat by the fire, Glorfindel was silent for a long time, finally raised his head, looked into Merlin's light gray eyes: "Fate has not decided to wake up Garrod, even I can't wake him up, I I knew it a long time ago, but I just didn’t want to give up.”

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but found that the comforting words he prepared were too pale.Merlin hesitated for a while, but still didn't say anything, just sat quietly under the shadow of the tree and sighed silently: "Can I help you?"

"If you can."

Whirling the complicated and gorgeous arrow pendant on her chest, as if making up her mind.Glorfindel paused, then raised his hand to take off the arrow pendant, and slowly handed it to the mage: "When Garald wakes up, please help me give this to him."

"This is?" After careful observation, Merlin raised his head in doubt.

"The things I took from him back then."

The elf smiled wryly: "At that time, I was just angry that he refused to go west with me. I think he will definitely want to leave and return to the elf's last resting place in a short time. Who knows..."

This time, it almost became a farewell.Those who stay in Middle-earth would rather sleep forever than set foot on Aman continent.He was very puzzled by this at first, but when he truly understood everything and realized what kind of endless loop fate had arranged for Garrod, he could no longer live peacefully in Aman Continent.Even if the possibility is extremely small, he must find him and take him back to where he should have been.

"Now Middle-earth is declining more seriously than I thought."

Poking the fire in front of him, Glorfindel looked at the shadow swaying with the fire not far away, his voice was a little hoarse: "When Garald wakes up, I may not be able to come back here again. So, If you can, please give this arrow pendant to him and let him keep it safe... When the time is up, he will understand what he can do with it."

"I see."

Putting the arrow pendant, which seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, into his chest pocket, Merlin nodded solemnly, and looked at Lord Jinhua's profile, which was covered in orange by the flames: "Do you need me to convey something to him?"

Glorfindel was silent for a long time.

"When you see Garald, tell him, I really miss... No, don't say anything."

He lowered his head, hiding the flashing water in his eyes.Merlin saw that the corner of Glorfindel's mouth raised a brilliant arc, but it seemed that a drop of something fell on the ground, instantly watering countless small, white flowers in the soil.

"Don't say anything, Merlin."

He heard him say:

"—I don't want him to feel bad because of me."

That was the first time Merlin felt someone else's grief.Although he was not obliged to really help these two elves who met by chance, since he made such a promise, the mage didn't intend to break his promise.After Glorfindel left, he continued to wander in this prosperous but lonely world, waiting for time to give the answer he wanted.And in this flash, nearly a thousand years have passed.

King Arthur has never returned, and Merlin continues to wait for the day when Albion's fate will come true.But before the gods fulfilled his own prophecy, he accidentally saw the news in the newspaper that Captain America, who had been frozen during World War II, had been found again in the 21st century. This reminded the mage of another person, who he promised to find sprites.Although Glorfindel never stated when Garald would wake up, he just had an intuition that the wheel of fate had already begun to turn, and was silently leading all of them to the end.

So, he began to pay attention to more news and collect more information.Until one day not long after, he found an inconspicuous text message in the vast sea of ​​current affairs hotspots, reporting that the S.H.I.E.L.D. has recently appeared in a certain deep forest, and strictly blocked the news on the scene. He suspected that he had found something incredible.

Merlin was drawn to the text message almost immediately.

The mage's intuition has never been wrong, and this time it obviously was.Merlin contacted a friend of his in England and asked him to help him inquire about the situation of S.H.I.E.L.D.That person belonged to MI6, the secret intelligence department of the British government. It was not difficult to do this, but for some reason, it took more than half a year to give a reply, but fortunately, it was indeed the answer Merlin wanted.

"In addition to Captain America, S.H.I.E.L.D. did dig up an old antique at that time, it seems to be an elf or something."

Throwing an envelope on the bar of the cafe, the man sat down beside the long-awaited mage, drank the coffee in his cup in one gulp, and continued:

"Coulson arranged him in New York, and it was clearly written in the attendance record, as if he was going to treat him as an ordinary person?...Speaking of which, this is all a secret of SHIELD, and I spent a lot of money on it. How did you know they dug out the living fossils?"

"Probably fate? I can't tell."

Holding the envelope in his hand, Merlin stood up, walked towards the door of the cafe, and threw the bill over while the other party stared at him speechlessly: "You made me wait for so long, you pay today's bill, Lin Ann Morris."

"Hey!! I didn't mean to go on a mission the day after you asked me to! I almost died in that ghost place of Hydra, you know? You can't...&*￥#@&...! !"

After shutting the other party's angry growls at the door, Merlin walked into the sunlight, flipped through the envelope, and confirmed that it contained his passport and a ticket to New York, USA.Only then did they stuff them into the backpack together, and put them together properly with the small wooden box containing the arrow pendant.

On the bus to the airport, he logged into his newly registered LEX account and sent a friend request to the only one matched by the system, "Zha Jinhua" who was in New York, but was rejected half a second later.

That evening, he walked out of the immigration channel at Newark International Airport in New York.

And 21 hours later, he met the elf he came to look for unexpectedly in the cake shop.